Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
His thumb hooked deeper, forcing my jaw down. “You have no idea how close you’ve been to getting fucked all these months. How hard I’ve fought myself not to sneak into your room and take you in the dark.” He shivered. “I’ve had dreams of slapping my hand over your mouth as I woke you, ripping off your panties, and sinking so viciously fast inside you, you had no choice but to submit. You’d fight me. Fuck, you’d fight me. You’d kick and scream. You’d bite my palm and thrash as I thrust inside you, but you’d be no match for me. No match for my desire. No match for my strength.”
Bending his knees, ignoring the fact that his cock still speared upright in my fingers, he whispered into my ear. “Want to know why I avoided you at all costs? It’s because I could sense how much you wanted to be ruled in that way. I never caught you looking at me like I looked at you, but I sensed your need. It called to mine. And some disgusting part of me believed you’d enjoy fighting me off. That you’d enjoy being forced against your will.” His nose nuzzled the shell of my ear. “Just one wall separates me from fucking you every night. It’s not enough to protect you. Not enough to stop me from taking what I so desperately want. So...it was better to make you hate me. Better to keep my distance. Better that I never touched you because if I did...you’d no longer hate me; you’d fear me. You’d report me for all the bad, bad things I’d do to you, and...I have no intention of going to jail just because I can’t control myself.”
My fingers clenched around his cock, making him hiss.
I trembled on my knees.
Everything he said turned my already burning body into an uncontrollable furnace.
With gritted teeth, he slowly removed his thumb from my mouth. “And now that you know how depraved I am...suck my cock like a good little girl.”
Standing straight, he didn’t take his smouldering eyes off me as I licked my lips and shuffled closer. Blowing a stream of air on his dick, I murmured, “I wouldn’t have been afraid of you. I would’ve begged you.”
And then, I swallowed him whole.
Chapter Six
NICK ROARED.
It was the only word that fit the tumbling, rumbling sound that raged from his lips.
The salty essence of him exploded on my tastebuds. The heat and silkiness of his crown sat heavily on my tongue as I dropped my head and did my best to take him as deep as I could.
Nick stumbled, his hands landing in my hair again, clinging to me for balance. His hips jerked forward, feeding his length down my throat and making me gag.
“Easy,” Hunter warned from the bed. “We both know our little witch is up for fun and games but let’s not choke her in the first few seconds, shall we?”
Nick muttered a curse as his fingers flexed over my scalp, claiming me in so many ways. His stomach rippled against my forehead, turning into marble as he clenched every muscle in his body. “Fuck, Ella. God, yes.”
I dragged my tongue up the sensitive vein along his shaft.
He didn’t just shiver this time, he snapped over me, his body folding in half, trying to protect itself from the onslaught of my mouth.
“Goddammit,” he half-grunted, half-cried. “Fuck.”
I stuck my tongue in his slit, earning another stream of filthy slurs.
Hunter chuckled on the bed.
Nick clung to my hair as I gave him the deepest, dirtiest blowjob of my life. I wanted to crack his mind. To fracture his psyche. To shred his soul.
Unsheathing my teeth, I dragged them down his length, dabbling with that line of seduction and savagery.
“Fuuuuck,” Nick gasped. “Your mouth. Shit. Feels. So good. Better. Than I. Could’ve imagined.”
“Hear that, little witch?” Hunter laughed. “He can’t speak in complete sentences. A few seconds of you sucking him and you’ve broken him.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Nick snarled. “I’m fine. I’m—Jesus Christ.”
I swallowed him deep, using the muscles of my throat to feather around his crown. Tears streamed from my eyes as I fought every urge to gag. Sweat rolled down my back. My knees ached, and every feminine instinct commanded I get up and stop being subservient, but...those instincts were wrong. They came from existing in a patriarchy. From a society that was so uptight and prudish, it made everything natural and sexual taboo. A society so full of rules and scorn that it’d blurred the lines of who we were and what we could become.
I had no control over my transformation as I kneeled at the feet of a man who’d treated me like dirt for eight months.
I despised his actions.
But...I understood him too.
I felt it.
Felt the yearning between us.